029 wild chrysanthemum

Manxue Pavilion is elegant, with only one magnolia leaning against the wall. The ground is covered with small wild chrysanthemums that can be seen everywhere. Most of them are white. At a glance, it looks like a layer of snow.

When Cheng Xueyan entered the door, she heard a single sound of a Guzheng floating in a light fragrance.

It was Cheng Xueman's close maid Miaotong who saw them first, quickly came out to bow to salute, and then personally took Cheng Xueyan into the door.

The little girl leaning against the door and taking a nap saw someone coming and hurried in to inform her.

So when Cheng Xueyan entered the door, a tea cup with blue and flowers wrapped with branches was brewed and put on the pear flower case waiting. Cheng Xueman also moved from behind the guzheng and was about to bow to salute.

Cheng Xueyan hurriedly held it.

Although these are just ordinary etiquette and necessary etiquette, she can't stand this enthusiasm.

"Sister, please sit down."

Cheng Xueman is wearing a home-style yellow light shirt with a light silk skirt in lake blue, with only a white magnolia diagonally inserted in her bun. The whole person is responding to the lightness of this snow pavilion. Although it is plain, it is very springy compared with Cheng Xueyan's blue dress with only pale silver foil beads.

Cheng Xueyan inevitably sighed about her dress and thought that she must give Bitong an image design lesson when she went back.

"There are few people coming here, and there is no good tea. I just hope that Sister Longjing will eat well before the rain."

Is it modest or show off?

But seeing Cheng Xueman's faint smile, Cheng Xueyan chose the former. After all, Chengfu is different from ordinary people. Even she, a person from a modern city, has never enjoyed some things.

Miaotong over there has sent away the two little girls, and she took Bitong's arm and said affectionately, "Sister, why are you free to see me today?"

Only a Bitong sentence came from outside the door, "You will think..." and it was silent.

Cheng Xueman held the lid and gently pushed the floating tea inside: "Sister, what's the matter here?"

After Qin Gulan's soft and hard refusal, Cheng Xueyan's self-confidence was greatly reduced. Although Bitong repeatedly said that the second girl was very nice and easy to talk to, she was still a little hesitant before opening her mouth.

She looked out of the window and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Why did you plant so many small chrysanthemums in your yard?"

"Since people are ordinary, there is no need to decorate with flowers."

Cheng Sherman's faint voice came from his ear.

Cheng Xueyan suddenly felt that this question caused unhappiness.

"Sister, just say it directly. What else do you and my sister have to worry about?"

Cheng Xueman doesn't mind at all.

In my impression, she has always been silent. Today, she is so sincere that she will look hypocritical if she turns around again.

"You were also present during the discussion in Furong Hall a few days ago. Presumably, you also know that my wife later allowed me to practice in the listening building on the first day of summer. It was up to the girls of Guan Juguan to decide whether they could add a song to the teaching..."

Cheng Xueman nodded: "Sister's day was really impressive..."

Cheng Xueyan's face changed, thinking that she would also be as sarcastic as Qin Gulan, but she didn't expect Cheng Xueman to sincerely praise: "My sister has always been polite, but that day, Mr. Du was speechless..."

Speaking of this, there was a trace of joy on her face: "And my sister is not unreasonable. She is just talking about their hearts, and my wife can't refuse to agree. Alas, what do women ask for? It's nothing more than the desire to get a single-minded person and inseparable..."

In the end, the tone was slightly sad.

Cheng Xueyan saw that she also began to worry about this at a young age, and couldn't help but have more sympathy.

"My sister also came to ask for this today..."

This is how the distance between people is closer.

"Sister, but it's okay to say it. You and I don't have to talk about the word 'please'."

"I prepared a song, but I just suffered from no accompaniment..."

"Sister wants me to accompany you?"

"If my sister is in trouble..."

"What's the dilemma?" Cheng Xueman smiled brightly, which added a little luster to her ordinary face: "My sister does not dislike my sister's poor skills, and my sister is willing to add icing on the cake to my sister's performance..."

Speaking of this, she smiled shyly: "How can it be the icing on the cake? As long as the sister is harmless, she will feel at ease."

This made Cheng Xueyan feel un comfortable and didn't know what to say.

"But I don't know what song my sister wants to sing, you might as well sing to my sister first. My sister can practice when she is free, so as not to humiliate her sister that day."

"My sister is so bothered, but my sister is so ungrate."

Although this is the case, it is still a little embarrassing to sing like this.

Cheng Xueyan stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the swaying small wild chrysanthemums surrounded by the arrogant magnolia trees, with willow catkins flying around and riding the wind, just like snow drifting.

"Snowflakes float, how much attachment has floated; snowflakes have flown, how much love has flown. The lotus blooms in the middle of the snow. How many hopes, how many wishes, silently waiting for a lover, I hope that the feelings will never change. Snowflakes fly and fly all over the sky..."

The string sound sounded intermittently, like broken snow falling, and then smoothly and coherently, as if heavy snow was blowing one after another. The willow catkins in the courtyard seem to be induced and rolled up with the wind, and the small wild chrysanthemums on the ground are also like microwaves, holding a few purple or blue flowers, blooming like lotus...

Unconsciously, the singing has stopped, and the last point of the piano sound has gradually faded away, but there is a lingering sound that lasts for a long time.

There are still flying catkins in front of her, but Cheng Xueyan just looked at the unknown distance and lost her mind for a long time.

There was an inaudible sob behind him.

She turned around and saw tears in Cheng Xueman's eyes.

Seeing Cheng Xueyan looking at herself, she quickly grabbed the handkerchief and wiped her tears: "My sister was rude for a moment, which made my sister laugh."

Cheng Xueyan is just strange. Although the song can touch people's hearts, few people are so moved. She remembered that one night, there was a piano flying with the sound of the flute...

As soon as my mind moved, I saw Cheng Xueman with red eyes and hoarse voice: "This song is so beautiful, sister, don't worry, I will definitely practice well. If my sister can really impress everyone and become the first singer in Dijing... Sister, can you teach me how to sing?

Cheng Xueyan looked at her eyes that looked particularly bright because of the infiltration of tears and said solemnly, "Definite!"

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The beginning of summer will arrive soon.

Since morning, Yanran Pavilion has been in a state of preparation, but the specific time is scheduled for evening.

Because this day is not just a solar term that modern people think, Cheng Zhunhuai, as an important minister of the imperial court, held a summer ceremony with the emperor in the southern suburbs early in the morning. It is said that the whole group of people must wear red clothes to celebrate with the meaning of the summer god Red Emperor.

Cheng Xueyan briefly thought about that kind of magnificent scene, but she was deeply sorry that she easily traveled to ancient times but could not experience a series of customs.

It's not a busy house.

Each house is busy cooking new tea, coupled with fresh fruit, and carving the fruit into various patterns and decorated with gold foil. It is as beautiful and exquisite as the ginseng fruit in myth and legend, and with fragrant flowers, which are put in painted bottles and plates, comparable to handicrafts, and then given to relatives or neighbors, which is called seven teas.

Yanran Pavilion received the tea fruit sent by Tang Fan and Cheng Xueman. It was supposed to be a return gift, but Cheng Xueyan participated for the first time and didn't know how to operate it. As a result, the excitement disappeared after a while. Fortunately, Bitong gave a gift in a good way.

It's easy to finish their work, and someone called them out.

Cheng Xueyan only said that she was busy with the evening performance and didn't want to go out, but Bitong insisted on pulling her: "Girl, you have to go this time."

"Let's take a break first. I'm busy at night."

"It's not bad for a while. Madam is waiting in Huanlin Garden. At that time, the girl just needs to sit on the scale and come back..."

"Sit on the scale?"

"Wouldn't the girl forget this?" Bitong was shocked and said, "Every day of the beginning of summer, you should weigh a person's weight with a big scale, and then weigh it again on the first day of autumn to test whether the girl is thin or fat this summer."

Cheng Xueyan didn't know what it meant, but it was quite interesting and went there with great interest.

Huanlin Garden is already very lively. The master maids are all dressed in flowers, full of pearls, and the trees are full of flowers.

Cheng Xueyan glanced at her green dress and sighed.

After returning from Manxue Pavilion that day, she set up a shelf to give Bitong an image design lesson, which was also a drill for her upcoming teaching career. In advance, she also tested whether Bitong was color blind by asking the color of the flowers in the garden... Everything was normal!

Unexpectedly, as soon as she mentioned it, Bitong made a fuss.

"Girl, although the maidservant is a girl who serves tea, but when Bingtong is here, every time she combs her hair and chooses clothes for the girl, the maidservant is also watching and won't understand. As for why the girl asked so many clothes in the wardrobe but always dressed so gray, it was because..."

She borrowed a short pause and slightly organized the words: "The girl is different from before. If the girl stays at home like this, if she dresses well, she will attract people to gossip..."

"People say that 'the widow has a lot of trouble in front of the door', and the third son Gu is not dead..." Cheng Xueyan is anxious. Isn't this rule going to suffocate her to death?

"What's the difference between death and not death? The girl is not alone..." Bitong lost her words and hurriedly changed her words: "It's more troublesome to live than to die. Originally, when the girl returned home, it was inevitable that outsiders would have a lot of suspicion. If the girl was not careful, the suspicion would come to the girl..."

"Go your own way and let others talk about it."

In a hurry, all the famous sayings popped up.

Bitong was smart enough to immediately realize: "Girls can't think so. Does the girl want to stay here for the rest of her life? I always want to find someone. I guess it won't take long for a matchmaker to come to me. So the girl should be patient first and wait to get married. Can't you wear beautiful clothes?"

doesn't make sense with Bitong, not to mention what outsiders think of it. If she dares to wear slightly bright clothes, even with a goose-yellow veil, Bitong will be sad.

PS: I was surprised by the reward system... Since it involves silver, I don't want to force it. Of course, it's better (sneer), and I'm vain...

I am very happy to see many friends reading this book today. I would like to sincerely thank the editor for his recommendation and friends for their support O(∩_∩)O~